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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.