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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.