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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.