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 Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Wings,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
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.