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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.