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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.