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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.