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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.