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 Chad and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
cv313,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
X-102,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.