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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.