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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Motions 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.