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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Visage,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.