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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.