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 Peru and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Gong,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.