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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.