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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.