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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.