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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 New York Dolls 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.