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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 clarinet 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 Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.