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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Q65,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.