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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.