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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Ossler,
Pagans,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.