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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Harry Pussy 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.