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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
cv313,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.