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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.