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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.