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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Japan,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.