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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.