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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
PIL,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.