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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.