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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.