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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
10cc,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.