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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.