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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
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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.