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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.