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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.