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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
The Gories,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.