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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.