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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Suicide,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.