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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.