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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.