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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Index,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.