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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.