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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.