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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.