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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Nas,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.