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 Suriname and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.