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 Iran 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.