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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.