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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Slackers to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.