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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.