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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.