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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.