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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.