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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.