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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.