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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.