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 Monaco 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.