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 Brunei 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.