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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.