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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.