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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.