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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.