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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.