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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.