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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.