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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.