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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.