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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.