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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.