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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.