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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.