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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.