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 Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.