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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.