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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.