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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
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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.