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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.