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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.