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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Scion,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.