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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.