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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Five Americans to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
MC5,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.