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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.