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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.