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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.