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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.