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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.