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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.