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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Organ,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.