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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.