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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.