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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.