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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.