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 Mali 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.