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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
AZ,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.