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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.