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 France and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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?
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.