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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.