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 Bahamas 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.