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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.