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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.