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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.