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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.