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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.