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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.