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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.