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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.