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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Monks,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.