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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.