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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.