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 France and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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?
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Slave,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.