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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.