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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
ABC,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.