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 Algeria 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.