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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
X-101,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.