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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
the Human League,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Organ,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.