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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.