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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Nico,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.