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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.