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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Moebius,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.