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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.