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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Section 25,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.