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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.