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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.