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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.