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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.