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 Taiwan 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.