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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick May 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.