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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.