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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.