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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 snare 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.