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 Zimbabwe 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.