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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Aswad,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.