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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.