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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.