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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.