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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.