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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.