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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.