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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.