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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.