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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.