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 Korea South and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.