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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
The Slits,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.