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 Austria 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.