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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.