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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
JFA,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.