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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
UT,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.