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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Yaz,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.