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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.