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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.