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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.