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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Can,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.