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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Franke to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.