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 Albania and from Paris.
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 Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Television,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.