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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.