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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.