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 Lesotho 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.