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 Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.