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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Wings,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.