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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.