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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.