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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.