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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.