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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Cameo,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.