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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.