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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.