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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
The Associates,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Franke,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.