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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.