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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.