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 Moldova 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.