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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.