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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.