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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.