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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.