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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.