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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Mars,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.