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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Index,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.