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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.