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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.