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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.