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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Hashim,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.