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 Netherlands 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.