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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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-ha to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Grauzone,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.