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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Skarface,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
DNA,
Ten City,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.