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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.