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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz 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?
Qualms,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Hashim,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.