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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.