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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.