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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.