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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Ludus,
The Move,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.