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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.