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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.