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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
June Days,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.