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 Malta and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.