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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 organ 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.