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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.