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 India and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.