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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 The Barracudas to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.