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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.