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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.