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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
MDC,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.