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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
UT,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.