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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.