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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.