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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Franke,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.