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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Swans,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.