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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.