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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Monks,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.