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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 organ 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.