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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Hoover,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.