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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Can,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.