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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.