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 Israel and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.