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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
June Days,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.