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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.