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 Ethiopia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.