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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.