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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.