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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.