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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.