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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.