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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Magma,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.