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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.