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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.