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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.