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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Index,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.