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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.