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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.