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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.