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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Index,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.