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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.