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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.