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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Wire,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.