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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.