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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Q65,
Chrome,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.