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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.