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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.