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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Faust,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.