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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.