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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.