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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Index,
Babytalk,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.