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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.