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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.