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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.