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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.