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 Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.