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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.