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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.