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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
MDC,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Monks,
EPMD,
Main Source,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.