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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.