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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.