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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Nas,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.