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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Motions 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.