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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Visage,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.