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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.