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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.