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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.