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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All a-ha 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.