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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.