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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.