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 Saudi Arabia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.