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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.