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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.