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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Gories,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.