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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Can,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.