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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.