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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.