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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.