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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.