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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.