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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.