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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Aswad,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.