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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.