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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.