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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.