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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.