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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.