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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Pole,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.