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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.