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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.