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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Scion,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.