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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
UT,
DNA,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.