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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.