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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Index,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.