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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.