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 Brazil 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.