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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.