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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.