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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect 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?
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.