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 Finland and from New York.
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 Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.