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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.