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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.