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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.