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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Technova,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.