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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.