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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.