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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.