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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugs to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Mars,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
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.