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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.