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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.