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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.