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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.