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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
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The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.