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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.