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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.