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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Index,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
JFA,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.