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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.