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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.