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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.