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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.