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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.