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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.