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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.