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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Symarip,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
cv313,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.