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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour 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?
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Faust,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.