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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.