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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.