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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Technova,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.