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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Quadrant,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.