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 Panama and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Television,
The Toasters,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.