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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.