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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.