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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.