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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.