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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.