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 Bulgaria 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.