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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.