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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.