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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside 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 electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Chrome,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Visage,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.