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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.