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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.