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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.