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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.