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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.