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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the funk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Japan,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.