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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.