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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
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John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.