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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.