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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.