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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 the Germs to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.