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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
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The United States of America,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.