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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.