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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.