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 Kosovo 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.