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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.