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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Index,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.