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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.