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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
the Germs,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.