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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.