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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.