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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Television,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.