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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.