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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.