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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Index,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
The Wake,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.