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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
The Gories,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.