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 Moldova 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.