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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
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.