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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.