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 China and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.