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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
UT,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.