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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.