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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.