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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.