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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.