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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 an organ 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.