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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
AZ,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.