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 Taiwan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Lalann,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.