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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.