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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.