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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.