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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.