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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.