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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.