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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
ABC,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.