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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 ABC to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.