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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.