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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.