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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Erykah Badu to the techno 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 Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.