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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.