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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
World's Most,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.