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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Television,
Skaos,
Nas,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.