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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.