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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Whodini,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.