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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.