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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Japan,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.