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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.