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 India and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Index,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Hashim,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.