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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.