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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Franke,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Symarip,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.