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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.