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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.