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 Japan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Japan,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.