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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.