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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.