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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.