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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.