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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.