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 Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.