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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Q65,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.