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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.