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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.