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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.