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 Togo and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.