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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.