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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.