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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Pagans,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.