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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.