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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Last Poets to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.