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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Mars,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.