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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.