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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.