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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.