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 Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.