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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moody Blues 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.