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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.