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 New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.