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 India and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.