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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.