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 Norway 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.