Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.