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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.