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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.