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 Portugal and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
MC5,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.