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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.