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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.