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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
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.