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 France and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.