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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Carl Craig 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Japan,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.