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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.