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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.