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 Taiwan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.