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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Slits to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.