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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.