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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.