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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Josef K,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.