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 United States and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.