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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.