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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.