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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.