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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.