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 Australia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.