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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.