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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.