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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.