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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.