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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Index,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.