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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Roxette,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.