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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 MDC to the grime 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.