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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.