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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Television,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.