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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
a-ha,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.