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 India and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.