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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Brick,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.