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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.