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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.