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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Can,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.