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 Singapore and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.