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 Thailand 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
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.