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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.