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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.