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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.