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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.