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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Can,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.