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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.