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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented 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?
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.