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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.