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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.