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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.