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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Fugazi to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.