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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.