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 Croatia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.