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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.