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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.