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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Fugs to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.