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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.