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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
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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.