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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.