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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.