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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.