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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.