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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.