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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.