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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.