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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.