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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
UT,
Shoche,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.