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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.