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 France and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.