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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Suicide,
UT,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.