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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.