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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
X-101,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Chrome,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Magma,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.