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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Smog,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.