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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.