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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.