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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.