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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.