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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.