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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Technova to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.