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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.