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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.