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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.