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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.