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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.