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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.