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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
JFA,
Scion,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Skaos,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.