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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.