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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.