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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.