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 Samoa 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.