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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.