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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.