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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Deakin,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Television,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.